Dear reader,
The leaves on the willow tree out my bedside window are dwindling by the day. Soon, the setting sun will be spilling through its silhouette. My mornings taste like the apples picked from the front yard. Today, the sky is caked in a white so thick and pure that from certain angles in my bedroom, where out the windows there is nothing but unob…
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